Thursday, June 23, 2011
Maybe this is why I love photography so much. My dad had a bad ass Canon A-1 that always seemed so heavy to me when I was five, I had trouble holding all 2 kilograms of it in my tiny hands with the constant and ever-present fear that I was going to break it and it would smash into a million tiny pieces. A photograph can preserve a memory. In a photograph you don't know if someone is alive or dead but you can choose to live in the fantasy world and happy disillusion that they are despite the patch of mold, the date stamp of the old frame covered in dust that shields the photograph. To me, photography preserves the best parts of someone is life and the best people they know. It gives me hope.